Everyone in Cambridge looks straight from Central Casting, no matter how frumpy they’re dressed.
(And you overhear a world of languages, too.)
Or, the memories …
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Everyone in Cambridge looks straight from Central Casting, no matter how frumpy they’re dressed.
(And you overhear a world of languages, too.)
Or, the memories …
I like having my wife working from home.
(As long as I can stay out of the camera every time I dash past to refill my mug.)
Each one has a story:
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Gertie Stein: Every writer wants to be told how good he is, how good he is, how good he is.
The virus can’t enter your body without consent.
Two high-school swimmers, getting suited up for their daily practice.
What other bad counsel have you heard?